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letra de ise yen (d.k.) - barelyanyhook

ise yen

[verse 1: d.k.]

second chances
second chances
enigmatic with clouded thoughts as a hazard
a blackened heart from a panel of leprechauns
couldn’t fathom the jet propulsion of cannons
was slept upon like bananas
my hands are crossed in jackets, the strap is locked at my back
as i’m rocking forwards and backwards
my thoughts project on the canvas
opzy, teeklef and sp-ceship are circling round the planets
dj neptune this sp-ce impact
donation’s a cl-ss in manners
look
i been legit before my vocal prime
i been a d-ck before the pope resigned
i benefit like an oracle predicted at four years old that i’m supposed to rhyme
every verse is a magnum opus, i’m
open to closing hopes of these jokers who treated me like it’s tofu time
my range of powers say it’s morphing time
i chuck handfuls of this potent one time into your sinuses
the weaker joints all on arthritis, it’s art, you d-mn right it is

[verse 2: d.k.]

cool leather on back of neck in ikeja
i’m studio chilling with two of my n-ggas jotting venom
the door swings un-ssuming gentleman in khaki shorts his height is below my shoulder with t–th that been opening fanta
studio engineer walking over to give him dap and
hyping the n-gga straight to our faces, a greater rapper
self esteem is escaping and leaving a vacancy like d-mn
is this n-gga that much better than me?
he was on a bad guy p, i was out in cr picking booty calls economics degree, pree what this opportunity cost
my manufacturer’s label said i’m soon to evolve
but if they find a fault in these then i’m due for recall
and so i’m plotting now on how to make them exorcist head flip neck whip in my direction
holding billie jean’s hand in the maternity ward
hammer is c-cked back
cuz these kids are all my sons
son of a gun, jack!

[poem:d.k.]

yeah
this is the part where the beat breaks down right?
or is this the part where i break down these bars
or maybe this is when i’m supposed to break down and say something inspirational
criticism of a generation who dresses fancy to chase silver birds when a gold mine is left dormant
the riches of a nation squandered
yet the richness of my pages untouched
these are demigod hands
hercules in the flesh with a pen mightier than a sword
i swore since my first line at eleven to be the biportal of all my worlds
i am the truth
i am the nuisance with the noose around the necks of fools
kicking chairs until they’re all dorothy’s
they get the boot
but you can’t cl!ck cl!ck heels here
you sons of a gun
shooting for greatness with the barrel jammed, fling my weapon and watch it boomerang
and still set it off in your social circle with a boom, that rang across the face of all world
let them know
let them know there’s levels to talent i’m never relaxing i’m taking you on a spin, in these earth songs that make even the elephants fall backwards
my quotables embody your twitter handles
my vision is greener pastures
fishing for disciples with every intricate syllable
and barely any hook

- barelyanyhook

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